Saturday, June 28, 2008

Touching Questions

George sent in this poem recently:

Being touched Have you touched any one?
Has any one touched you?
How deep did you touch another?
How deep did someone touch you?

If you touch someone deeply the other changes
If someone touches you deeply you don’t remain the same
We rarely touch deeply
Rarely does someone touch us so deep

We are afraid to touch someone deeply
Because if we touch deeply
The other changes and we too change
We are afraid to let ourselves touch deeply

Because if  someone were to touch us deeply
We wouldn’t remain the same

There is a fear deep within us
About touching and being touched
When we really touch someone
And let someone touch us

We open ourselves completely to the other
And the other opens up to us
It is rarely that we open ourselves to the other
And that the other opens himself to us completely

What are we really afraid of?
What will happen to us if we open ourselves completely?
What are we afraid to touch deep within us?
What do we dread to find in the opening?

We will find our unloved wounded self
Hiding behind many walls that we have created
When these walls are broken
I feel very insecure and vulnerable

It is unbearable to face my naked self
I shudder to look at the condition of myself
Behind the layers of protective shells
It is frighteningly painful to look at them

I don’t know what will be left of me
I hate to admit that I may be nothing

George Kunnath
11January 2008

Friday, June 20, 2008

Monsoon Reflections

Pic: Uma Ladiwala

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Golden sunbeams burst through the grey clouds

Paint the sea in silver.

Glittering raindrops like gems descend

Waves rush in roaring

To embrace the hard black rock

Ardour spent, letting go so gently

Coming back again and again and again


Countless times as ages pass

The rock wears out, vanishes.

The ocean remains as ever before.

Chandran


Saturday, May 24, 2008

Communicating from the essence

Communication A recent workshop I facilitated for friends and colleagues on self awareness, once again brought home the truth of how very judgemental we all tend to be and how our attempts to explore our inner reality get cut off almost before they get going, on account of fear or criticism which issues from highly conditioned minds.

Why does this happen? Why is it so difficult for most of us to suspend our judgement for long enough to understand other people? Why, when something is said which we don’t want to hear, or which makes us uncomfortable, why do we almost always blame and criticize rather than examine our own discomfort? Self awareness after all, means looking at oneself, one’s own fears and insecurities, not judging the other person.

Especially lacking somehow, are curiosity and interest in each other. Suresh had once brought up this point in one of our evening sessions and it is so true. We are so caught in this trap of needing approval that everything we do and say is first measured according to someone else’s standards. We think of how others will react, whether what we say will make someone else angry, we simply plan and think too much before we express ourselves. Not that we should speak nonsense without reflecting but at times when one is in touch with the deeper core within oneself, spontaneous expression becomes both possible and meaningful.

Maybe this is a capacity that children have – to express their essence that is. If I think back to my childhood I almost always regret the loss of the depth and passion of communication. I miss the level of interest we had in one another and our fearless, intimate questioning of each other’s thoughts and lives. As adults, instead of deepening the same qualities and developing a richer form of communication we actually stop communicating with each other. We become unbearably polite, cautious and ultimately boring to be with.

The only way back to our essence, I feel, is through becoming aware of just how jaded we have become, of how very stuck most of us are. Instead of holding other people responsible for our feeling of being stuck, we could dispassionately observe the fears and preconceived notions in us which form a wall of boredom around us and prevent us from being in touch with ourselves and each other.

Being in touch with ourselves means being aware every moment of how we feel, aware of our disappointment, our anger, our fear, our attraction to each other, without assessing what we feel or attaching labels like “good” or “bad” to the way we are at that point. This helps us eventually to be in touch with other people.

Being in touch with each other means being in contact with each other’s feelings, with each other’s joy, each other’s sorrow, rejoicing with the other person when something good has happened in his life, experiencing the other person’s sorrow in our own hearts, when there has been a deep loss. Are we afraid of this? Afraid that when we become one with the other, we will not be able to maintain our own petty identities? Afraid that in some way we will lose out? On the other hand isn’t it obvious that maintaining our identities and clinging to the narrow views and judgemental attitudes we have inherited over the centuries, has not helped us? Isn’t it obvious that the way we are today is not making us happy?  What can we possibly lose by choosing another way to live and communicate? The way I see it, just one thing. The feeling of isolation and  misery.

 

 

Friday, April 18, 2008

The Heart Of Change

This morning I unearthed something I had written a couple of years ago which I had quite forgotten about. Reading it again reminded me that I had something to share with you! I thought I would call this little piece "The heart of change."

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The heart of change lies in
Listening
Seeing
Smelling
Sensing
The truth of our lives together

Listening
To needs we hardly whisper about
And to  hurts we carefully conceal
While secretly  dreaming of
The way  our hands and feet
Our minds and hearts
Might  have moved in our lifetime
Had they not been fettered since birth.

 

Change lies in
Absorbing the  rage
Of    being muzzled
The  pain of
Never  having been seen
The way  we are.
Like  birds having misplaced
Their sense of  direction
We now look
For a place to
Call home.

You might say.
Change has to do
With things like politics
And economics
And social activism
And wars and the rules of
Trade and commerce.
Global currents
And all kinds of super complicated things which
Only a few special people are capable of grasping
As such
Who  feel they should rule our lives.

But
How can a fresh breeze be set in motion
By a politician  who refuses to see
Or an economist who has  stopped smelling or tasting anything other than the  theories he lives with
Or a social activist
Rushing around,  to meet  the needs of people whose
Innermost cravings he is afraid to sense.

I decided a long time back.
I don’t want to be an activist
I don’t want to be a politician
I don’t want to be an executive in an important organization
I don’t even want to be a writer or a poet any more
Which I once thought I did.
The list is too long
Of cravings left behind.

For  what I  want,
I realize now, has  no name
Or form that I can convey to you with ease
In words or pictures that will make sense.

 
So maybe
You need
To stop by for a while and
Listen to me
And let me also, listen to you.

Maybe
We  need
To slow down for a moment

So you can feel me
And let me get a feel of you
To get closer to me and let  me share your space
Even as I  prepare for you 
To enter my own.

Cautiously
Respectfully
Tenderly
With love
Respecting the nature 
Of our existence on earth.

So that for a brief while
I can get under your skin
And you too,  know what it is like
To be me
And we both stay with each other
Long enough to know


That it is for ourselves we
Essentially live -
Which means we
Live for each other.

Uma

January 2006

 

 

 

Monday, March 31, 2008

The Truth About Mob Mentality

Mob_violenceBad things happen as we know, to people who, even if they are not always good, don’t deserve such things to happen to them. I’m speaking about the mob mentality that grips individuals from time to time resulting in violent incidents affecting individuals who are quietly going about their business. Often festivals like Holi become an occasion, not for celebrating spring and good cheer, but for ransacking public places and roughing up ordinary folk. On the day after Holi, I read a report in the papers, for example, about a gang of drunken revellers who forced their way into a hotel in Chembur and beat up the owner, Ram Lakhan Yadav as well as one of his daughters who happened to be on the premises.

Sure, mob fury vents itself on ordinary days as well. The other day I read about a bunch of students who gheraoed the dean of a college in Mumbai who they thought had molested a student, proceeded to blacken his face and drag him round the premises of the college, only to discover later on that they had got hold of the wrong person. In Pune, workers from the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena mobbed a poor hawker from U.P. and in an act of grotesque violence against “intruders from the north”, chopped off the poor fellow’s hands.

Because of the dramatic and violent nature of some of these acts, we tend to associate mob mentality with packs of mad marauders. But it seems to me that in a more subtle manner most of us social beings are subject to the kind of illogical and counter productive thinking which underlies mob thinking, though it goes by another name. Let’s call it “mindless conformism”. Intelligent women – wives and mothers – resentfully bow down to their husbands’ or in-laws’ rules and regulations because not to do so would attract the disapproval, if not fury of the circle of relatives in which they happen to live and which they are ill equipped to deal with. The aunts, uncles and cousins in question might not blacken your face or chop off your limbs for failing to toe the line but they are sure as hell capable of making life miserable for you. As a result so many of the women I know are afraid (yes even in today’s supposedly modern times and in what you might think were progressive circles) to lead their own lives and to prosper as individuals even though they have the means to do so.

Several of the individuals who come to me for counselling and therapy, too, suffer interminably as a result of their hankering for all that they cannot have and for positions they were not meant to occupy – simply because that is what they are supposed to want and which they think will elevate them in the eyes of the crowd. Rather than examine their own gifts and cash in on their innate abilities they spend years dragging themselves through jobs they hate while craving to be recognised for what they are not. Most of them are genuinely wonderful individuals, yet fail to recognise their worth. What can one say! So much is determined by convention, by outdated values unthinkingly supported by the majority. How else can one account for the crazy desire among the young in today’s world, To Be Somebody – never mind what. The president of a flourishing company, a famous rock star, a much sought after doctor, engineer or architect - regardless of whether the individual concerned possesses the talent necessary to excel in the field, or not.

As Anthony D’Mello puts it in “The Way Of Love”, we are addicted to approval the way addicts are addicted to cocaine or heroin. When we don’t get our daily fix of admiration or our daily pat on the back, we wilt. Is it “human nature” or is it that we were brought up to need those things in order to feel good about ourselves?

People imagine that perfection means reaching the top of the ladder in your chosen field and having your name and face plastered in the press and on posters around town. I prefer J. Krishnamurti’s view of the word. “You may excel, you may be very very good at whatever you do,” he says, “but I am talking of mediocrity of the mind, of the heart, of your entire being.” Which means you might have made it as president of some monstrous multinational firm, or as a surgeon or anything else and still remain mediocre as a human being. You would have succeeded in obeying social convention and in becoming a “good boy or girl” but not in fulfilling your own unique nature.

Breaking out of the conventional mode doesn’t mean going berserk or damaging the environment or other human beings. It means establishing a different kind of order in your life, one that emerges from your own intelligence which is to say from out of a natural wisdom which is sadly lacking in our world. In an environment where order comes not from coercion but because it honestly makes sense, and where rules are followed, not out of fear but rather out of choice, there will be little incentive for people to go on a rampage to let out their frustrations at the slightest opportunity, which is essentially what mob activity is about.

Uma

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